Romans & histoires Chris Mueller The Fan Wife

I remember tossing her there to shield her from the cameras, but it seems like the little girl was so resolute to be caught, or maybe I didn’t make sure I had her safely hidden. “The married bellionaire’s as seen in the photos, seems to have paused for a caption which in what seems beyond any reasonable doubt, his child with another woman whose identity is not yet known. As it is known, Mr Mazur married in one of the iconic families in the country. He and his beautiful wife, Tarah Macuricio, a great model goddess by profession, are said to be still hapily married married. Now the question is, what is the truth behind this new controversy? Who exactly is this other woman?” I avert my eyes fr

His phone buzzed. "It's done, sir," Chris's voice came through. "She'll be here tomorrow morning." "And?" "She seemed... affected by the mention of the bridge. Also, there appears to be significant family tension. Her stepmother-" "I don't need family gossip, Chris. Just make sure security knows to expect her." Lucas ended the call, his mind drifting to the photograph on his desk. The background check had revealed plenty – Sophia Muller, daughter of Sean Muller, recently involved in a scandalous wedding incident. But nothing in those sterile reports explained the desperation he'd seen in her eyes that night.

"Fine fine. I'm here in the Philippines. And I'm just wondering if your free today? Just want to hangout and catch up with my best friend after you reject me." I smiled. "Not today I'm on leave. Maybe tomorrow?" My husband glared at me. But I just ignore him. "Okay Mara! See you tomorrow then!" "Yes see you! Bye!" After the call my husband confronted me. "And what was that wife?" "What?" "Your going out with your ex suitor?" He ask me in a serious tone. "His my best friend Maru. And the mere fact that he called me and told me he wants to see me means that he already moved on."

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

Nathan smiled, enjoying his misery. "Yes. You need nothing wrong. You just tried to kill me." "But...You're only doing this to get back at me..." The man trailed off. Their talk was beginning to attract eyes. "Yes, Mr Contreras. It's the least I can do for trying to hide Ema....oh! I mean Adriana." "How many times will we tell you until you get that she's not your wife, You can keep your job for all I care." Mr Contreras walked back to his truck, just what Nathan wanted.

The headline read: "Stone’s New Partner: A Marriage That Shakes Up the Corporate World." She grimaced at the article. The press was framing their marriage as a power move, speculating on how it would affect the dynamics within Stone Enterprises. Some questioned her motives, others called it a strategic alliance, and a few even claimed it was a desperate attempt by Liam to secure control over his uncle, Victor.

“She is my wife.” The second post came from Xander Corporation’s official account, reposting Chris’s statement. That erased any doubt about whether the account was really his. A personal account could be faked. An official corporate account could not. Just like that, the news that Winter was Chris’s wife exploded online and sent the entire internet into a frenzy. Winter stood in the open lobby, her thoughts a tangled mess. She had imagined Chris might have the trending topic pulled. She had imagined he might ignore it entirely.

I quickly toweled off and rushed to the phone, hoping it was a message from my assistant. I felt a rush of relief when I saw that the message was from my PA, but that relief quickly turned to dread when I saw the words on the screen. “I'm sorry,” I read, “Franco is married, and his wife has not been on social media because she hates attention. I have a picture of their wedding certificate. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I hope you're okay.” I let out a long sigh, the weight of the mystery crushing me. I didn't know what to do next, I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me. But as I stood there my mind racing, I knew that wasn't going to be possible.

"Supervisor Chris, you and I were once colleagues. Why did you let Mia deceive me? What exactly do you want to do?" "What do I want to do? Don't you understand what I'm trying to do?" Supervisor Chris sneered. "Two months ago, If it wasn't fir you, how would I be fired by the cokes cooperation? How would I be left with nothing? I don't have a job now, and my wife divorced me. I have nothing now. It's all thanks to you!" He used to be so well off since he was the manager of Cokes cooperation subsidiary company. Wherever he went, he felt prestigious, and the surrounding people rushed to please him.

Hiding in the restroom, she lowered her voice and said to the camera, “Guys, I ran into that crazy woman again. And get this, she’s married, but she’s sneaking around with another man behind her husband’s back.” The livestream instantly flooded with tens of thousands of viewers. The numbers kept climbing. I even lifted a finger and paid to boost her traffic, pushing her straight onto the trending page. Her fans were thrilled. “That’s disgusting. You ran into that psycho again? Is that woman stalking you?” “She’s cheating on her husband? Her man must not be enough for her.” Eugene was watching the livestream too, and the second he saw that comment, his expression darkened. “Honey, they’re rea